Pacific Heights, San Francisco, 2013 by Amanda Vidmar
Channeling this whole red-and-green thing after watching a Jeunet this week.
Enjoying this natural light I forgot existed!
I’m sitting for an antique rug seller this week and have really gotten to enjoy some serious pattern and texture inspiration, 19 different ways (I think that’s the final rug and tapestry count)
The wonderful news is that I had a lot of time to myself this week to get a grip on finding a new apartment (i.e. near impossible, but we’ll make it happen—send me over some good juju), and to walk about this gorgeous part of town with a camera in my hand.
The thing I love about life—It bounces back and forth, you get up and get down, but everything will always be:
Peachy.
Peachy Flowers, as inspired by Scientific Illustration, 2013.
Beets bleed, and tables have legs
I boiled up a feast, and the table—it ran away a bloody mess.
I need to stop singing in code, to start ringing true only—because true rings only.
Keep away from me, I am full of terrible things.
When tulips bloom in Union Square,
And timid breaths of vernal air
Go wandering down the dusty town,
Like children lost in Vanity Fair;
When every long, unlovely row
Of westward houses stands aglow,
And leads the eyes to sunset skies
Beyond the hills where green trees grow;
Then weary seems the street parade,
And weary books, and weary trade:
I’m only wishing to go a-fishing;
For this the month of May was made.
Henry van Dyke
Big fun with texture and color from a few weeks ago.
What has not been big fun with color and texture is this blog lately, and I apologize for the lack of attentiveness and inspiration. More to come soon when my camera and I go for a date this week!
Remember that one time I said jobs with flowers were slow in the winter? I lied. Here’s to crossing off day 4 of 7 days of working.
No compaints here, though. Monday has felt like the start of a new week and I feel surprisingly refreshed and eager to push forward. I miss my camera and I miss you all, and I look forward to the free moments I get to catch up with you, enjoy the beauty of simplicity, and relax.
A San Francisco Winter
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” —John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
Alright, alright. Californians are known sissies when it comes to winters. But for us, when the thermometer hits below 40 it’s a pretty big deal. The routine has been comprised of tea, heated blankets, coffee, two pairs of socks, and wandering this huge masterpiece of a city on my days off, hands frozen.
In other news, I celebrated a birthday. I am a year older now, and perhaps a year wiser in a sense that I am aware of all of the life I still need to live, and all of the learning that needs to be done alongside. I am a lucky lady, though—I’ve got friends who bring a smile to my face at all moments of the day and an incredible boyfriend who takes me out to incredibly fancy-22-bucks-for-a-glass-of-wine birthday dinners.
The first few hours of the day of my birth have shaped up quite well. Friendship is quality over quantity—and I’ve spent it with some real quality friends of mine thus far. And of course, brunch (as par.), and a grand loaf of bread to-go.
